Lucinda.
“No!” She bit back a smile, her whole body tingling under his piercing blue eyes. “Apparently, my sister seems to fancy your lord and decided to stay back.”
Alfos huffed, shaking his head. “Guess I didn’t see that coming.”
“Yeah, me too.” She studied him. Lucinda didn’t know black leather clothing could look this perfect on someone. It made her feel hot. Her eyes raked over his long black hair rolled into a bun. “Guess I will enjoy it here at last,” she commented, earning a stare from Alfos.
“What makes you say so?” He asked, taking the tankard of ale the bartender was handing over to him.
“It appears Abbator, or should I say Bloomington, has the finest of things? Like ales? Males…?” She shook when Alfos growled at her words. “Gods! So grumpy.”
“I’m not!” He snapped, circli
